Page 15 of Fury (The Dark Angel’s MC #3)

Skylar – Two Days Later

“Okay, seriously, I need you to give my son a second chance. I can’t keep losing time with my granddaughter!” Tiffany pouts, and I grin wide as I help Tate put her backpack on. She continues, “I mean, even now, I’ll only have her for an hour before she goes back to her daddy. It is just not fair.”

She says this every day when she picks up or drops off Tate when Fury is busy, and every day, I want to laugh because, despite her moaning, I can see the woman’s happiness.

After Fury’s bomb drop two days ago and knowing he hasn’t said anything to anyone, I’ve felt, I guess, lighter. He’s proving he can be trusted, which is scary, but Mama helped me understand why she told him so I could see how far he's willing to go for me, including keeping a secret from his club.

She spent the night at my apartment, waiting for me when I got home, with my laundry washed, dried, and ready to be put away as always. We spent the night watching movies and eating junk food while she tried to convince me to open my heart to the man who had broken it.

She doesn’t want to keep seeing me hurt.

“I would say I’m sorry, but then I’d be lying,” I say as Tate hugs my legs, and I gently run my fingers through her ponytail with a smile.

Tiffany sighs, “Can you please just forgive him already?”

I shake my head before I kiss Tate’s head, and I mutter, “I love you, sweetie pie,” and she grins, replying, “I love you too,” before hugging me tightly and then skipping over to her Grammie, whose attention is on me.

Damn, first Mama, then the girls, and now her. I can’t catch a break with people joining the ‘Forgive Fury’ train.

I sigh, knowing she won’t leave until I agree, so instead, I admit, “I’m trying,” and I am.

No one knows about Mama or our relationship, and they don’t know about my organization, so he’s trying to prove I can trust him, and it is working.

He’s proving everything that I learned years ago, that he’s still the man I fell in love with, that everything he said he does and doesn’t like is still the same. I just…

It’s hard to put all my trust in him again, especially after four years of ignoring him, even with him giving me time with Tate most days after preschool, much to Tiffany’s dismay.

“All seriousness, Sky, he loves you a lot. He hasn’t been with another woman, he hasn’t even looked at one. You are his. You always have been, and when he wanted to propose, he –”

I gasp looking at her in shock as I cut her off, “Propose?”

He wanted to propose?

My heart pounds in my chest, my stomach tightening.

Propose…

Tiffany winces but nods and admits, “Yeah, sweetheart, he wanted to propose. it’s why he originally decided to tell you the truth that day, not wanting to start a marriage on a lie, but after he informed Brick he was outing him, something he was denying and threatening his patch for, Lacey announced she was pregnant with a smirk. ”

Damn.

“I always wondered if she tried to trap him,” I mutter, and Tiffany nods and says, “She did, but what we got out of it was worth the pain, don’t you think,” as she nods to Tate and I nod because well that is true, well part of it is, the woman trapping him because Tate is amazing but all the rest, not so much. My pain caused me to lose our child…

Perhaps that is why I’m holding back and why I've been doing so for all these years. I still resent him, and I need to tell him what I went through so that he can understand.

“Knock, knock,” I hear, and we look to see Blade walking into my office, my receptionist biting her bottom lip behind him as she looks at his ass, and I roll my eyes.

Turns out, I can’t fire her for being flirty without gaining a lawsuit, so now, I’m looking at every little detail she does, but the problem is the woman is damn good at her job.

“Uncle Blade!” Tate squeals and rushes over to him, and he catches her with a grin as my phone beeps.

I get it out and huff, seeing it’s my group text.

My Girls- Ivy: Incoming, Blade is on his way…. xx .

Another text pops up, and I smirk.

My Girls – Raya : Lock your door and throw away the key; those brothers are not to be trusted xx

“Hey Tiffany,” Blade says, “am I interrupting?”

It wouldn’t matter even if he were because we all know he wouldn’t turn around and walk away now that he knows where my office is.

Damn Venom, at least he can’t see who owns it I guess being under Mama’s uncle’s name worked out well.

“No, we’re now off,” she replies, and I look up and lock eyes with her hazel ones as she says, “Just hurry up and forgive his ass. I miss my grandchild, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I grin as she turns and walks away, Tate waving to me on her way out as my phone goes off again, and I shake my head.

My Girls – Lake: Maybe kick him where the sun doesn’t shine so he can feel how much he’s hurt Mama Lopez? xx

Well, it is a good plan, so I’ll give her that.

My Girls – Me: Too late he’s already in, and Lake, does your boyfriend know you threaten men’s family jewels? Xx

I press send with a smile, but it soon disappears as Blade says, “You got a minute, sis?” and I sigh because no, I do not, at least not for him.

My phone beeps.

My Girls – Lake: No, he doesn’t, I haven’t shown him my evil side yet. I’m hoping he’ll fall madly in love with me before that happens, and besides, Blade deserves it. He’d agree if he knew xx .

I shake my head. Lake’s been seeing a guy for a good seven months but apparently isn’t ready to out their relationship yet. Something about not wanting her dad to scare him away.

I look up to see Blade looking at me with a raised brow, his arms crossed over his chest.

“If I say no?” I ask, and he shrugs and admits, “I still won’t be leaving.”

Jackass.

“Then why bother asking if I have a minute?” I snap.

He shrugs again and replies, “I don’t know, trying to be polite, I guess.”

Again, jackass!

“I’ve got to get back to work, Blade, so why don’t you explain why you are here,” I say with a bit of tension, the need to hit him hard.

Lake’s idea is sounding more and more tempting by the minute.

He sighs, “I want to get to know my sister. Is that so bad?” I narrow my eyes at him, but he continues, “I get it. Dad fucked up, you had a bad first impression of him, and I doubt your mother shined him or me in a good light over the years, but you’re an adult now, Skylar,” he looks around my office then back at me as he states, “If my mama is the reason why you don’t want anything to do with us then I’ll speak with her, maybe see if she’ll live in one of the apartments the club owns while you get settled in and after well, she’ll just have to get used to you being around–”

I cut him off and snap, “Get out!” making him sigh, but I threaten, “If you don’t get out, I won’t be held responsible for my actions, Blade!”

How dare he? I mean seriously, no thought or consideration for his own freaking mother!

How would he like it if Luna had someone else’s child and demanded it live on club property to be a reminder of her affair?

I mean, I know I love my mama, and I know he has no idea that my mama is his mama and that she would love not to be living on club property, but that's not the point!

He’s not even thinking of her or her feelings, only thinking of himself.

“I’m not going to walk out, Skylar. I want to get to know my sister, my old lady wants to get to know you too.

She’s pregnant with twins, your nieces or nephews!

It’s time for you to come home where you belong,” he snaps, and I narrow my eyes at him and I say lowly, “I have a nephew his name is Hudson, now get out!”

His jaw ticks, and he snaps, “You’re being selfish, Sky!”

Mother…

“I’m being selfish?!” I shout, my anger taking over, making him flinch, “You’re not even considering your mother's feelings in all this! What kind of son are you, you spoiled selfish prick!”

Blade’s face reddens as a voice booms, “What the fuck is going on?!”

I look at the door to see Fury glaring at Blade while, of course, Caitlyn eyes him.

Seriously?

Glaring her way, making her quickly rush towards her desk, I look at Fury, who hasn’t taken his eyes off Blade. “Oh, nothing, just your Pres here calling me selfish because I think he’s a prick for being inconsiderate towards his mother!” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Leo, leave!” Fury demands, and I look at him in shock while Blade growls, “I’m not fucking going anywhere!”

“And I said fucking leave now!” Fury shouts, shocking me and Blade, and I drop my arms, my mouth parting a little.

“I’m not talking to you as my Pres. I’m talking to you as my best friend who has just upset my girl when I told you to back the fuck off until she’s ready to talk to you. Now leave,” he explains more calmly.

Blade sighs, “I just want to get to know my sister, Nyx.”

Fury nods and says, “I understand, but we had a conversation, brother. I told you shit isn’t what it seems and that you need to go at Skylar’s pace, not yours and certainly not your dad’s.

Coming here calling her selfish when she doesn’t have a selfish bone in her fucking body makes you a prick,” tears brim my eyes that he's standing up for me against his President, his best friend.

He demands, “Now I am telling you, as her man to fuck off and allow her the time she needs.”

Blade drops his chin to his chest, taking a deep breath, then looks at me, his eyes softening seeing my distress having him here, and he says, “At least don’t cut out Luna, please…”

He looks me over before giving Fury a nod and states, “I’ll see you in church, brother.”

Fury nods before Blade walks out, Caitlyn trailing behind him like a patch chaser that I’m beginning to see that she is, and my tears fall.

“Fuck…” Fury curses before he rushes over to me and takes me into his arms, and I melt.

“When are you going to give in and give the man a chance, sweet pea?”

Mama’s words from yesterday echo in my head, and I close my eyes, gripping Fury’s shirt, and I whisper, “Thank you.”

He tightens his arms around me, his lips going to the top of my head as he murmurs, “I will always be on your side, precious, even against my club, always, and I’ll never allow someone, even your blood brother, to call you selfish when you are most definitely not.”

My tears fall at his words, and I let go of his shirt, wrapping my arms around his waist. He holds me tighter, and for the first time in years, I feel at home again and that thought scares me the most because I can feel the trust building again.

Does that make me silly?

I guess only time will tell because after four years of holding a grudge, knocking him back day in and day out, I’m ready to give in again.